Meri's Musings

One day You will take my heart completely and make it more fiery than a dragon. - Rumi

You've seen this poem before in an earlier version, but it's been revised and polished. So here it is again. Bel Canto I suspect that love is an extraordinary guy dressed in everyday clothes, a wily clown that springs his tricks and slaps his knee, chortling in delight at coupled pratfalls. I'd love to greet him, "Ciao bello!" the moment he turns the corner, sticks out his foot and trips me, skinning my knee and making me feel like a kid again. He'd guffaw and offer his outstretched hand and I'd laugh too and shake it. I'd love to serenade him with a song or beggar Rumi's words recounting -- how fierce like a lion, tender like an evening star -- love dribbled warm and moist in the tender cracks of his soul. I know, I know, he was talking about God but love in all its forms is my god. Right now I'd rather read Rumi and rejoice, "I was dead, then alive. Weeping, then laughing," than recall how once my heart...

Only with the heart " Half-Buried Heart" copyright 2010 Meri Arnett-Kremian. All rights reserved.  can you touch the sky. - Jamal al-Din Rumi Reach. From your center. From your half-buried heart. Listen to the voice you so often ignore, the one that bids you stretch and grow. The whisper that commands you to let your soul  shine more brightly than the brightest star. Take a chance. A gainst all odds, without regard to the wounds of the past, laughing in the face of fear, reach out with trembling hands to  touch the face of love. "Encircled Heart" copyright 2010 Meri Arnett-Kremian. All rights reserved.

Looking back in a haze of nostalgia, I suspect that love is an extraordinary happening clothed in the every day, a wily thing that springs its tricks and slaps its knee in delight at coupled pratfalls. I'd love to greet it, "Ciao bella!" the moment it turns the corner, sticks out its foot and trips me up, making me exclaim with surprise over the skinning of my knee, the one that's puffed and swollen, and the capture of my heart, the heart so deeply buried that I didn't know it could be found. I'd love to serenade love with a song whose lyrics hum a pure note of truth as Rumi did when he gathered opposites in his hands and noted he became fierce like a lion and tender like the evening star when love dribbled warm and moist in the tender little cracks of his soul. I know he was talking about God, but love in its varied forms is my god. I'd sure as hell prefer to quote Rumi and say, "I was dead, then alive. Weeping, then laughing," rather than rec...

An old woman is never old when it comes to the dance she knows. - Ibo proverb Dancing is not rising to your feet painlessly like a whirl of dust blown about by the wind. Dancing is when you rise above both worlds, tearing your heart to pieces and giving up your soul. - Rumi Dance to loose your soul and feel your body in all its glory. Tango your way to passion. Mambo your way to the heart of the matter. Radiate light with your body as there are more than enough shadows in the world. Dance with the invisible force. Dance as if your life depends on it. Dance for all you're worth. p.s. Sorry guys - this You-Tube's for the "girls" but you can dance along as a show of support.